She's a first-class kind of woman, she's the girl I love the best
She can rattle on all through the night, and never need to rest
She was born right there in London and she moved down to the coast
She's a first-class kind of woman, she's the girl I love the most
She got curves for miles on end, and they drive you round the bend
When she runs it's like a glimpse of the divine
And the thrills are guaranteed, when you ride a rightful speed
On the London to Brighton line
On the Brighton line
On the Brighton line
On the London to Brighton line
And the regulars know that she likes to tease
But she shudders and the others stumble to their knees
On the London to Brighton line
Now I can't help but start to drool, as she guzzles up the fuel
And the motion sends a shiver down my spine
I get jealous can't you see, cause the guards all ride for free
On the London to Brighton line
On the Brighton line
On the Brighton line
She's the London to Brighton line
And I swear to you if I could ring her bell
That she'd tell you that no one else had rung it quite as well
On the London to Brighton line
On the Brighton line
She's the Brighton line
On the London to Brighton line
When her wheels all chatter and the engine purrs
Well you never heard a racket that compares to hers
On the London to Brighton line
You can keep your London to St. Leonard's on Sea
'Cause she's got the carriage that does it for me
On the London to Brighton line